Hey Miss Idol!

Lay has loved the girl group Bouquet ever since their debut and has a massive crush on his favorite member, Rose. While he's happy to admire her from a distance, what will he do when his idol crush is right in front of him, asking about his compositions?


1. Hey Miss Idol!

Rose ran down the sidewalk, feet pounding against the pavement. Her breath was ragged, her hair was messy, and she held her heels in one hand. She glanced back every once in a while, each time trying to cover as much of her face from the paparazzi following her.

Once, just once, she’d like to be able to go shopping without some scandal breaking out in her company while she was out.

At least all the running made her legs look great.

“Rose, you’re good friends with-”

“How do you think this happened?”

“-breaking up with-”

“-was abusive to her, right?”

“Is she pregnant?”

“-each other’s beard?”

The paparazzi’s voices crashed into and overlapped each other, jumbling up beyond recognition but Rose could still tell that things had been blown completely out of proportion. It never really took much though.

Rose turned down a street and found herself going down a familiar road.  Relief washed over her as she realized she was near a good hiding place.

In the middle of the was a small music shop tucked away, unnoticed by anyone that didn’t frequent it. It was called Black Note. It’s wares included drums, basses, keyboards, amps, and mics among many other things. To Rose, it was her home away from home, even more so than the dorm she shared with her group. When she moved to Korea from Thailand as a trainee, she’d come to this store and play her guitar. She went there so often that she and the store owner were practically family.That also meant she knew every nook and cranny of the small, chaotic shop.

Rose tore her way into the shop, not even stopping to wave at the clerk, and weaved her way through the maze of shelves to the back of the shop. Up the stairs and down the hall, she went to the practice rooms and ran into the one she always use to go to without even checking to see if it was occupied.

She closed the door with a soft click and put an ear to it, listening for the paparazzi. There was a faint murmur of people downstairs. They were probably milling around, pretending to be looking at merchandise so they weren’t kicked out while really looking for her. Rose sighed, leaned back against the wall, then slid down to the floor.

It looked like she was going to be there a while. If only she had her phone, then at least she could call her manager and find out what the heck was going on.

“Um...” A voice startled her from her thoughts.

Behind Rose, sitting at the piano, was a young man maybe one or two years younger than her. The man was tall, kind of gangly, and had short meticulously trimmed short hair. He held himself in a polite, respectful manner but was obviously kind of uncomfortable by her sudden appearance.

“Oh!” Rose quickly stood up and bowed. “Sorry! I was being chased and I needed somewhere to hide so I just ran in here. I wouldn’t have come in here if I had known you were in here and I’m really really sorry but I can’t go back out there I’ll be eaten alive so please let me stay here! I promised I won’t disturb you!”

She rambled off nervously and without a break in between sentences.

“You were being chased? By who?” He looked at her worriedly.

“Oh, uh.” There was literally no way for her to say this without sounding pretentious. “T-The paparazzi?”

“Ah.” He seemed surprised but not shocked. “You’re Rose from Bouquet, right?”

“You know me?” Her eyes widened slightly.

“Yeah, I really like your group’s music.” He looked at her nervously, worried about how she’d react.

“Really? Thank you so much!” Rose looks down and smiled at her shoes. She always felt bashful whenever her band was complemented. “What’s your name by the way? I don’t think I caught that?”

“Oh! My name is Lay. It’s nice to meet you.” He bowed slightly after formally introducing himself.

“It’s nice to meet you, too!” Rose smiled and bowed as well. There was an awkward pause for a moment. “So… Um… Do you mind if I ask what you were working on before I interrupted?” 

“Not at all.” Lay turned back to the piano and sat down at the bench. He picked up the sheets of music at the stand and held them out to her. “I was composing a song.

What do you think?”

Rose took them and quickly scanned through them. “I really like it so far. The lyrics are very powerful.”

“Thank you.” His whole face lit up and he was practically beaming.

“Would you mind playing it for me?” She held the sheets out to him. “I have a good idea of how it sounds but it’s always better when you listen to it being played.”

“I’d love to.” He took the music sheets and set them up on the piano. Lay took a deep breath and laid his hand on the keys.

The melody was simple. It was a backdrop used to set the mood. The real attraction was the lyrics. They were about the parting of lovers at an airport for the final time. Lay’s voice reverberated with sorrow and regret and that was what pulled the melodies together. Although the song had a sad story, it had a soothing, almost healing, quality to it.

Rose loved it.

“Lay, this is amazing! You’re very talented.” She smiled when he finished and nudged him slightly with her shoulder. “Do you want to be a composer?”

“Yeah. I’m not sure if I’ll ever be successful though.” He took the sheet music and tucked it away in a folder.

“You will. I know you will.” Rose said confidently. She shifted slightly and looked at Lay. “Could you please play something else of yours?”

She smiled bashfully and dug around in the bag on the floor by the piano. After a minutes of shifting around, he pulled out another folder.

The rest of the evening was spent playing and singing songs together. Lay would teach her the lyrics to one of his pieces and then she would sing while he played the piano. Rose even played something that she wrote. They could have gone on forever if there hadn't been a knock on the door. The owner told them that the store was closing soon and that they needed to leave.

Though their words were still polite when they parted, they were less formal and more comfortable. They exchanged number and left with a promised of meeting up again soon.


Luhan was sprawled out on the couch with his guitar in hand and headphones drowning out the quit of the apartment. He glanced up, briefly when his roommate, Lay, came in but continued playing along to his music. Lay sat down on the couch and looked at his friend with an expectant look on his face.

Luhan finished playing the last few noted before taking off his headphones.

“What’s up?” He asked.

“I met Rose today.” Lay said simply.

“There was a fanmeet today? Why didn’t tell me? I would have come with you.” He was a fan of her as well.

“There wasn’t one. I ran into her at Black Note.”

“Wait, what? Seriously? The Rose?” Lay nodded. “Oh my god. What happened? What was she like? Did you talk to her?”

“She was running from some paparazzi and hid in the practice room I was in. We talking she waited for them to leave. She was really nice and she-she likes my songs.” At that sentence, the crazy realization that that was real and it actually happened hit him. He covered his face with his hands and squealed into them. “She heard my songs and liked them, Luhan. Oh my god. I have her phone number.”



“I think you just had the best day ever.”


The next day, Lay got a call from Rose. She offered to pull a few strings for him so that some of his work was in her next album. Flustered, but very excited, he agreed.


“You’re more nervous than I am.” Rose grinned. “Don’t worry, Lay. Everyone will love your songs.”

They stood backstage, just a few minutes away from Bouquet’s first comeback stage with his song. A few months have passed since they met and Rose had fulfilled her promise. Over half of the songs on this album were written by him.

“Yeah,” Lily, a member of Bouquet, chimed in. “All the members love them, so the fans will too.”

Just the, there was a flurry of activity as the PD started ordering people to get into their places and be in standby. The girls of Bouquet left one by one with a quick wave or an encouraging word to Lay until it was just him and Rose.

“Have some courage, Lay.” She reached over and ruffled his hair.“You’re very talented and I’m proud that I’m able to perform your songs. Besides,” Rose suddenly grinned cheekily. “You might be the composer that Rose from Bouquet discovered, but you’re also the man that Lawan Wattana fell in love with.”

Lawan (stage name “Rose”) leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek and a wink before running on stage.

Lay raised a hand to his cheek. It was warm from her touch and the blood rushing to paint his cheeks red.

As he watched his favorite idol sing and dancing to a song that he wrote with a bit of her lipstick on his cheek, Lay couldn’t help but think that Luhan had been wrong. Meeting Rose had been an amazing day, but today had to be the best day ever.

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